How did we contain that eruption of feelings
Foreign to what we'd been?
Red Hell tore tore our hearts,
Brown went green, groins unleashed
Yearnings only sunrise knows.
Despair spurred yellow hilarity,
Terror that our tongues and lips were crimson.
What happened to the penmanship
Parents praised?
Crossouts, scribbles, lurchings, jerks, soaring ascenders.
    ascenders.
Blue pools lurked behind briers
Not yet rushed into orange conflagration.
We showered and showered
While inside we burned:
Inferno spring.

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